June 4 + 

At a quarter past eight, this morning, the horse and trap were awaiting me outside, and bidding her “Goodbye” I got in and drove off⁠—she riding on the step down so far, as the gate. Then we waved till we were out of sight. Back in London by 10 a.m. She makes slow progress, poor dear⁠—her nerves are still very much of a jangle. But I am better, my heart is less wobbly. + 